When November Comes (with audio)
Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/when-november-comes-mp3
When November Comes
Leaves of russet curl into balls of withered rust,
amber sunsets summon winter shadows at dusk,
obsidian night skies backlit by luminous constellations,
meteor showers spray dust on half-light faeries.
Moon beams dance on an empyrean canvas of onyx,
stars slowly, stoically, arc across an inky-black horizon,
clouds of nimbus drift like fading memories in time,
dog walks in gloaming, rustling fronds of bracken.
Citrine-coloured lakes where swans swim alone,
adumbration of mist in veiled, verdant forests,
moss-covered gravestones, the Dead sleep as bones,
lost souls in purgatory roam, endless, dreamless thoughts.
Ancient Gods cast runes, evoking spirits of past millennia,
revered lore venerated, sanctified ancestral bloodlines,
driving rain, sleet and snow, ice-bound mountain tops,
spotted deers cast silhouettes in car headlamps at midnight.
Harvests now done once more, leaner times ahead,
evenings of fires crackling, kindle burns to ash,
watching from windows, frost frozen in lace curtains,
November soon forgotten by December’s cold kiss.
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